Thorn City Central Plaza.

Civilians dressed in coarse linen of various colors stood in the middle of the square, their faces frightened and curious.

On one side are cavalry teams and improvised farmers who set up different noble banners, and on the other side are the elite Ford family knights directly under the Marquis, with solemn expressions, as well as mysterious black-robed magicians and heavily armored gladiators in the gladiatorial arena raccoon orcs gladiators, and on the periphery are the infantry guards of Thorn City to maintain order.

The whole square was crowded with people, but it did not appear crowded, and the flags of different colors fluttered slightly in the cool summer breeze, like dividing the different forces like dividing lines.

"It's... Is this going to war with the Kingdom of Swisston to the north?

"Yes, almost all the knights of our noble lords in the Land of Thorns have arrived, is it to let them make up for their mistakes?"

"I don't know about this, but you see, are those people magicians?

The residents who did not understand the form pointed to nearly a thousand mysterious figures dressed in black robes, holding ordinary black mahogany staffs, all wearing gray masks, and their faces could not be seen clearly.

"So many magicians, could it be the people under the Marquis, the Marquis is really great!"

In an era where horses were relied on to convey information, the spread of information was too much of a hindrance.

The inhabitants of their Thorn City did not even know that the Imperial Capital Coalition in the south was rushing towards them across the Emerald River, and that the army of the Kingdom of Swisston in the north had crossed the Pingxi Mountains.

Fnović stood alone on the high platform in front of him, looking down on the crowd below that were as dense as chess pieces, and his every move would pull their nerves... A real sense of dominance.

Not only did he sigh with emotion, but this may be what it feels like to be at the pinnacle of power.

Unfettered by others, they dictate the fate of others...

He didn't ask these commoners if they were willing to follow him in rebelling against the rule of the imperial capital, and launching a rebellion today could be said to be his own decision, and if he failed, he would inevitably be hit hard by the imperial capital, and the economy of the Thorn Land would regress to the state of twenty years ago overnight.

But they, the civilians... What power does it have to decide whether or not to participate? There is no unified leader among them, there is only one way, and that is to follow him.

"My faithful lords, I am your lord, Fnovich Ford!" Vonovich swept away his previous exhaustion, and his voice was sonorous and powerful, without a hint of suffix, extremely convincing.

"First of all, I have sad news for everyone!"

The people in the audience were immediately frightened, and they all speculated whether there was really another war, and the tragic scenes of the war more than 20 years ago are still vividly vivid, the thorny land is full of holes, and the northern region is even more devastated.

"The Imperial Capital is going to raise our taxes by 10% again!" The angry voice containing vindictive spirit spread to every corner of the square and entered the ears of every resident of Thorn City.

They were stunned for a moment, and then erupted with an unbearable rage.

"What? Raise taxes again! Haven't we paid enough in the land of thorns?"

"If we add one more layer of taxes, our family will not be able to open the pot, what do the people in the imperial capital think, they still don't care about the life and death of our thorny people!"

"Lord Marquis, you have to call the shots for us! the taxes we pay are already one or two layers more than the rest of the Bright Blue Kingdom, and we can't do more!"

Vonovic was very happy with the reaction of the civilians off the pitch, and if it were a war, they might not be so excited, because it seemed to them that it was unanimous and deserved.

But if it is said that the imperial capital is going to increase taxes again, it will seriously affect the interests of these commoners, and make them estranged from the Yaolan Emperor Capital. So as to become independent of national consciousness!

What he didn't notice was that the knights belonging to Count Moses in the audience watched Vnovic's performance coldly, disdainfully, and even resentfully.

"I know what you're thinking, you know, I... and the people of the land of thorns. In my life, I have only been to the Brilliant Blue Imperial Capital once when I was awarded the medal, and in addition, I was born here, grew up here, witnessed the changes in this land, experienced pain, and experienced joy."

The civilians calmed down one after another, looking at the Marquis they supported with expectation, and a sense of independence really rose in their hearts inexplicably.

"That's right, as a native of the Thornlands, I'm just like you! Say 'no' to King Radiant!"

So, the news has not been delivered so far. ”

The crowd in the audience instantly boiled, and their arms were raised in cheers

"Lord Marquis, thank you very much for your kindness"

"Lord Marquis, we will follow you!"

Fnovich silently looked at the cheering crowd in the audience, but inadvertently scolded stupidity in his heart, the so-called civilian... Sure enough, it's just a fool....

No, I was one of them too, and for what reason, Vnovic suddenly lowered his head, looked at the whip marks in his palm, and came up with the answer in his heart.

Seeing that the Marquis did not say any further, the cheers of the civilians gradually subsided, and looking at the solemn looking mixed army around them, even the most stupid people would realize that things were not so simple.

"I'm sorry, my lords," Vonovich suddenly bent down and saluted to some ordinary civilians..... This aristocrat actually bowed down to the vast number of his people! This action suddenly made the audience silent, and everyone looked at each other, at a loss...

"I'm just a nobleman who is not treated well by the nobles of the imperial capital, a hillbilly nobleman in a 'remote' area, and I have no say in front of that king"

"Yes, you heard it right, in the eyes of their imperial capital, we are all just people from remote areas, whether it is a commoner or a nobleman, in their eyes, our voice... Not worth mentioning!"

"What! this..."The people in the audience were suddenly embarrassed to blame the Marquis, and their clenched fists did not know where to vent, but they could only transfer their hatred to the head of the Bright Blue Kingdom, but they did not dare to take the lead in speaking out

"But... I ask you, do you want to pay this extra layer of taxes! Answer me loudly," Vonovich suddenly shouted at everyone in the audience in his loudest voice.

"Of course not!"

"Lord Marquis, what should we do!" the people vented their unwilling anger through the situation of the voice, which seemed to form a powerful shock wave in the square, shaking everyone's soul... Deafening!

"I have a way to get rid of the heavy taxes and make you richer, I ask you, would you like to!"

"We are willing, swear to follow the Marquis!"

"Very good" Seeing that the time had come, Fnovic bared his fangs in satisfaction.

A resolute voice, a scene worthy of historical record, is defined here: "We are here to build a new nation... Kingdom of Thorns! to honor our ancestral country, and from now on... Get rid of the atrocities of the Bright Blue Kingdom!"

"What..."The civilians in the audience hesitated, obviously they didn't expect the Marquis to say this, they thought it was just a catharsis, or a joint letter... It seems that the war was actually launched directly!

The desire for a better life is true, but the fear of war is also deeply imprinted in their hearts. Most importantly, they don't think they can withstand the Iron Cavalry of the Bright Blue Kingdom, and if they fail, they will... The family is ruined!

Fnovic didn't have the slightest fear of that, as long as he pulled out all the cards they had, they would all be tied to his boat.

"My dear lords, don't panic, we...."

When the Marquis was about to stir up the emotions of the people, the camp of the aristocratic coalition suddenly made a voice that was so sudden that everyone did not expect.

"Vnovich! You dare to commit treason!

This was followed by riots and clashes, with bright red spreading through the crowd...

What is it! Vonovich suddenly shouted in his heart that it was not good, and once someone turned against the water at this time, the effect of his speech just now would be greatly reduced, and he would lose a lot of popular support!

In fact, Cole suddenly regretted saying this, and when he heard the Marquis's inspiring speech, he suddenly had some doubts about whether Lord Earl Chen's guess was true, and he had just intended to persuade Lord Count to consider whether Fonovich really wanted to start a rebellion.

But Count Moses kept gesturing at him, telling him to cause an uproar at once!

That's right, just to kill other noble forces. Because according to yesterday's speculation, Funovic himself is actually on the side of the imperial capital, and the purpose is to send all these noble forces to death through this afternoon's battle!

Then if Vnovic pretends to surrender again, the 'colluding' King Yaolan will immediately forgive his mistakes and promote him to the title of marquis, and they will expose this conspiracy in advance, and Funovic, who originally belonged to the Yaolan Imperial Capital, will definitely not embarrass them, otherwise the next 'surrender' will be hindered.

But now his speech hardly feels like a conspiracy, but is a real attempt to start a rebellion and establish a country of their own.

But this moment is too critical, the kind of suspicion and loyalty that vie each other for control of the body. Ultimately... Loyalty to the Earl forced him to speak, and the sword in his hand swung at the other noble knights who were caught off guard.

In a few moments, a motley army of 1,000 elite knights of the family, nearly 2,000 forcibly conscripted serfs and knightly squires belonging to Moses. The army under Count Moses, which accounted for nearly one-third of the total aristocratic coalition, swung his sword at the 'friendly army' that was adjacent to him and did not know the situation

A row of blood was suddenly disrupted in the neat arrangement of the entire central square of Thorn City, revealing that the dividing line was dyed with layers of bright red.